That Little While

By Bruce Mcrae


Some will die for love, and some for money.

And some for the love of money

and the love that money borrows on.

Others cut their own skin and call it pain.

Others seek excitement or dull excitement

or merely wish they were excitable.

A few will chase down fame, it pays quite well,

achieving pertinence that little while,

their voice a little louder, that little while,

their face iconic in their age, until they age,

this generation uninterested in the last of things.

And what lasts is that nothing lasts –

for love nor money.